Ok, let's see, what have we here? Who has so graciously volunteered to assist me by being the pallet, as it were, for my sorely needed practice session to hone my oral penmanship skills?
Margaret St. John? What a lovely, lyrical name, my dear. Exotically, classically sexy, yet with a strong hint of sluttiness, too. Perfect, absolutely perfect. Befitting of a Bond girl, perhaps, or a dancer from the Moulin Rouge, or more appropriately enough, for today's assignment at least, my willing slut for this occasion, the only job requirements for the next few hours being to spread your legs, open your pussy and anus, and enjoy being the happy recipient of my oral administrations. I need a good grade.
Let's review the subject's resume, shall we? Forty-seven-years-old, five-feet-seven inches tall, measurements 36-27-36, one hundred and twenty five pounds on impossibly long legs, long blonde hair, twinkling, mischievously lustful blue eyes, responsive pink nipples on full, luscious breasts, a golden blonde landing strip serving as a navigational compass for my tongue, lips, and mouth.
Today's practice lesson for which you have volunteered, Margaret, is rather simple, but oh, so important. You see, I must use proper Palmer Method-type penmanship, but with a twist of sorts. We will substitute the traditional fountain pen with my aforementioned oral implements, tools of the trade, so to speak, and your gleaming, gaping, and willing receptive cunt shall be the canvass. My task is to simply orally write your name, including all three words and fourteen letters, directly onto your cunt, culminating in synchronicity with the ending by bringing you to an explosive, earth-shattering climax as I reach the final letter, the 'n', although I will no doubt be unable to resist stroking my own quill pen while I perform, such is the pleasure it brings me to pleasure you.
Aah, I see that your beautiful cunt is already dripping in anticipation, how courteous of you. Let's begin, shall we? Please open your thighs just a bit wider, wider, that's it, and pull your labia apart for me, if you'd be so kind. That's it, Margaret, splendid, thank you so much. Very nice. Very nice, indeed.
You won't mind terribly if I lightly caress your mons before we commence, will you Margaret? Because, you see, once I begin, the use of hands is strictly and expressly prohibited in this particular exercise. Yes, that's right, hands-free only. My tongue is my pen. If I want to train for the Olympic-pussy-eating team, well, then , one must abide by the rules, and like any skilled craftsman, practice, practice, and more practice. Oh, and we also agreed that we would video-tape this session so that we could mutually review, correct? Wonderful, let me set the tripod, you just sit there with your legs open, please, and allow me to preface this exercise with a brief, instructional narrative while I do so.
You see, people that have difficulty with their, um , penmanship, usually put the full weight of their pen on the paper, and pick up their hands repeatedly and awkwardly as they move across the paper.
The key to good oral penmanship, in actuality, is known only by aficionados for whom the craft comes a bit more naturally, but more so, because they have a passion for their craft, an interest in the subject matter. Their 'writing' has a practiced cadence that comes from proper utilization of the right muscles groups, and hand-to-eye coordination, or in this case, tongue-to-cunt coordination.
Let's demonstrate by beginning with the 'M', we'll use a capital 'M', after all it IS a proper noun. We should be grammatically and orally accurate at all times. Oh, and you have authorized the consent form to allow me full and unfettered access to your cunt until you cum, haven't you, Margaret? Splendid, wonderful, then let's get started. I recommend that your own hands get a full and tight grip on the bedsheets, you will need to hold on tightly. If you must, you can also place your hands on the back of head, again, I am a gentleman that way, always sacrificing myself for your pleasure.
I like to draw the 'M' with full up-and-down strokes, but starting from south-to-north, working my way repeatedly from your anus to the top of your outer labias, stopping well short of your clitoris, of course. Next, I'll make the smaller, 'v'- like middle portion of the letter by ever so lightly running just the tip of my tongue under your clit, and culminate by performing the rest of the letter in a north-to-south motion, a bit more urgently now, being prudent and careful not to lick or squeeze too hard on your inner labia, not yet, you have not fully opened for me. This is the golf equivalent of hitting a bucket of balls, just a warm-up, to test 'whether' conditions (as in, whether or not your hips are writhing involuntarily already, and voila, they are!)
Next, onto the 'a'. We'll bring our tongue up to your precious clit, but still not touching, just running the tongue in a circular, counter-clockwise motion, adding the hint of a swirl at the tail. We notice that, already, at only the second letter, the clit begins to stand up more stiffly, the blossomy folds of your cunt lips opening almost as if in a celebration of spring, a warm April breeze now flowing onto your exposed pussy.
Now, the 'r', one of my favorite letters, seemingly so innocuous. Yet with the right flair, the curves of the letter, properly and expertly administered, can cause a slight trembling within the vaginal walls, the ominous beginning to what would be the equivalent of an underground Pacific earthquake, which as we all found out, can result in a wall of gushing and rampant tides that go on for thousands of miles before crashing to shore, which in this analogy would be my face. Feel the vibrations, Margaret?
